In the small courtyard, wisps of yin energy rose and filled the air, enveloping the surroundings. The sounds from outside grew fainter, as if this place was isolated.
Sun Lingtong had a short stature, resembling a three-year-old child, with short black shiny hair, large eyes, distinct black and white pupils, chubby cheeks, and tender smooth skin.
He was trapped in the middle of the courtyard.
In front of him and behind him stood two black-clad Demon Cultivators: one with triangular eyes, the other with a hawk nose.
To Sun Lingtong's right, a shadow, like a living creature, gathered on one side of the courtyard wall.
Within the shadow's embrace, Han Ming was faintly visible.
Her face was delicate and beautiful, yet tinted with a layer of grayish-blue, her expression was exceedingly sinister due to her intense resentment and hatred.
"The situation is not favorable," Sun Lingtong thought.
He could clearly feel himself being isolated from the surrounding environment, as if the once clear world was suddenly obscured by a layer of coarse glass.
With this feeling, Sun Lingtong knew that he had already fallen into a formation.
The reason the formation was not apparent was entirely because the other party had yet to activate it.
"Three against one, and they are all at the Foundation Establishment Stage," Sun Lingtong observed the two black-clad Demon Cultivators in front and behind, and Han Ming in the corner.
His gaze quickly scanned over them, pausing for a moment on Han Ming.
"Han Ming possesses the Yin Corpse Qi talent!"
"Most of her body has already turned into a zombie. Ordinary attacks are ineffective against her."
Sun Lingtong calculated in his heart, while outwardly showing a nervous expression: "Wait, everyone, don't be rash!"
"I am a disciple of the Bukong Sect. You must consider the consequences of acting against me."
"If I die by your hands, there will definitely be a mark left behind. You must consider the Bukong Sect's retaliation in the future."
The two black-clad Demon Cultivators remained expressionless. Han Ming gritted her teeth: "Worried about Bukong Sect's retaliation? You plotted against me before, weren't you afraid of the Soul Devouring Sect's retaliation then?"
Sun Lingtong hurriedly said: "I did not plot against you; it was not my intention."
"That Youthful Guest offered such a high price, it was irresistible!"
"The black smoke that knocked you out, it wasn't me who did it. It was Youthful Guest, the one who imprisoned and humiliated you, was also Youthful Guest. Go after him!"
"We are not enemies. I was just doing business."
"As long as you pay me, I can be your ally."
"An ally?!" Han Ming's tone rose, her face full of sarcasm and disdain, "Do you think I would fall for the same trick twice?"
"Want more money?"
"Heh, are you blind, can't you see the situation now?"
"Enough, kill him, extract his soul for interrogation, it's the same!"
"Att..."
"Wait!" Sun Lingtong shouted, "I know you have set up a formation, but you need to understand."
"This is Fire Persimmon Immortal City!"
"The array you set up will definitely trigger a reaction from the Immortal Array, how long can it last?"
"I am trapped in the formation, can't escape, and will definitely fight you to the death."
"In that case, won't that old guy Youthful Guest just laugh his head off?"
"Let's sit down and talk it over, there's no need for a life or death battle."
Sun Lingtong tried to persuade them with kind words.
On any other day, his words might have had some effect. But now, after Meng Kui cast the Mountain Gaze Spell, the luck field had already influenced everyone present.
Han Ming snapped: "He's stalling for time, attack!"
As she spoke, she formed a seal with her hands, opened her mouth slightly, and spat out a black-gray Yin Wind.
Hand seal, body seal, heart seal.
This was one of the main methods used to assist spellcasting in the Cultivation World.
The two black-clad Demon Cultivators cast the same spell, blowing out two more gusts of Yin Wind.
The Yin Wind seemed slow but was actually fast, coming from three directions, about to surround Sun Lingtong.
Sun Lingtong channeled his Mana, his figure suddenly disappearing from the spot, reappearing by the left side of the courtyard wall.
The Yin Wind missed its target, converging into a whirlwind, continuing its pursuit of Sun Lingtong.
This was the advantage of sharing the same master.
All three of them primarily practiced the Soul Devouring Art, and though each person's Mana had its own characteristics, they were fundamentally similar. This allowed their spells to briefly merge rather than fiercely collide.
Sun Lingtong attempted to leap over the courtyard wall, but suddenly, Yin Qi roared before him, the ground cracked open, and a torrent of Yin Wind surged out of the fissure.
The Yin Wind surged high, forming thick walls of Yin Wind, five to six feet thick and two stories high.
The Yin Wind walls were not limited to one area; with the next breath, the courtyard walls had all been blown to pieces, replaced by fiercely swirling black-gray Yin Wind.
"Within my Yin Wind Constricting Formation, where do you think you can run to, Sun Lingtong?" the hawk-nosed Demon Cultivator laughed triumphantly.
Sun Lingtong found himself trapped, the chilling whirlwind advancing from behind.
He cursed, extended the fingers of his left hand, forming a seal.
The next moment, he spread his left hand flat, a ball of lightning forming in his palm.
Palm Thunder!
With a loud bang, the lightning shattered the Yin Wind.
But the triangular-eyed Demon Cultivator's needle Magic Artifact seized the opportunity, silently stabbing straight at the back of Sun Lingtong's head.
If this struck, Sun Lingtong would be severely injured, if not dead.
In this urgent moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes flashed with spiritual light, he suddenly turned, his gaze locking onto the needle Magic Artifact.
Having just used his left hand for a lightning spell, he couldn't use it again. Instead, he reached into his robes with his right hand and flung out a handkerchief.
The handkerchief flew out, wrapping around the needle Magic Artifact.
Sun Lingtong chuckled, leaping lightly, catching and firmly gripping the handkerchief, securely wrapping the needle Magic Artifact.
The triangular-eyed Demon Cultivator's expression changed instantly.
He frantically channeled his Mana, consuming his Divine Sense, attempting to summon the needle Magic Artifact back. But once the handkerchief wrapped around it, his connection with the needle Magic Artifact weakened considerably. When Sun Lingtong grabbed it, the triangular-eyed Demon Cultivator could barely sense the needle anymore.